Hi there, 

My dad was diagnosed firstly with Hodgkin's lymphoma in 2008 when I was 12 he done chemo radiation stem cell transplants the cancer came back. When he went into remission it was then a case of trying to fix and prevent the damage that the treatment had caused. In and out of hospitals with all sorts of infections he was in intensive care twice after a brain bleed. During this time my mum was his main care giver she done everything for him and was even reluctant to leave the house without him. However at the beginning of last month he seemed OK he was took in with a chest infection and family were Called that night and told he had a couple of months left that they had to stop treatment out of options nothing else would work and all they could do was just treat every infection he got. Everyone left the hospital that night not knowing that when we came back the next day that was the last time he'd sit up and speak to us , on that Friday we knew it was hours he had rather than months. So we sat by his bed and each of us told him how loved he is and always will be and that he was our hero and warrior despite nearly 10 years of suffering and pain not once did he complain he still put everyone else first. He went so peaceful on that Saturday morning. Today it's a full month on do I miss and think about him 24/7 yes are there times when I want to lie in bed scream punch kick and cry yes but what give me the most closure is knowing that missing him everyday for the rest of my life is better than watching him suffer on more than he already done. Time will never heal it's a great great void that can never be filled but it just gets easier and we just go on. I feel the only reason I'm still breathing and am alive today is because I know he'd be proud and he wouldn't want me to handle it any other way rather than be happy.